Sunday, January 27, 2008
Stand on a mountaintop and twirl slowly; your eyes' satiety spiraling with you in an explosive double helix. It is odd enough to be a speck of dust in space and time, but to think: there is nothing meaningless. All ripples into the sublime. This is the most beautiful food chain: a thousand thousand small things nourishing the Kingdom, and I am one.
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